Naked young gay boys poor guy couldn’t have been anymore than 20 years old. There he stood- thumb up in the air hoping to catch a ride with the first car that past. At first I past naked young gay boys him but my guilt soon got the better of me. I circled back around and found him dabbing the sweat away from his brow.
“Where ya’ going?” I questioned the young blonde.
“Just across town to the shop and stop.” He said as he anticipated the ride and approached my car.
“It’s awful hot to be out hitchhiking- come on get in.”
His sad blue eyes clinched the deal. There was no way I could just leave this guy out here to suffer. After all, I was in his place many, many times when I was his age.
“What’s your name?” I questioned as he jumped in on the passenger side.
“Jerry- I am so glad you came around man. I felt like I was going to drop from heat exhaustion or something.”
“Hi Jerry, gay naked boys Kenny- nice to meet you.”
I stuck out my hand for the customary handshake and gave him a quick once over. He looked like a pretty safe guy to me. He seemed to be the boy “next door” type. He had short blonde hair, blue eyes and a few freckles dotted the tip of his nose and the sides of his cheeks His typical surfer boy tan and build made it easy for me to give the guy a ride.
We turned back on the main road and headed across town. I never really picked up naked gay boys before and I never realized how uncomfortable the first few minutes were during the drive. For some unknown reason I was at a loss for words.
“Where are you headed?” Jerry asked.
“I just needed to get out, my girlfriend and I had an argument. So I didn’t feel much like sitting home if you know what I mean.”
“Well at least you have a girlfriend.” He kind of snapped back at me. “I haven’t gay boys naked a date in three months. You know what that could do to a guy my age.” He laughed and then tossed his head back against the headrest.
The next few minutes were strange for me. I mean all of a sudden, and trust me when I say this, I found myself admiring this guy. Up until that moment, never in my thirty-three years have I ever experienced anything like the feelings I was having. For the second time in the span of a few minutes I found myself checking him out.
From his eyes to his shoulders then down over his chest to his crotch. I found myself mesmerized by him. I wanted to shake off the stare- really naked young gay boys did, but I found my eyes locked on the center of his crotch.
“Oh man.” He groaned.